.. socially speaking. We all remember high-school… but can you remember that popular math-head? Neither can I. I remember having kissed only two gir...s throughout high school. Two! I knew morons who misspelled their own names who'd had more action than I did. As horny as the next teenager, or more, this led to countless bathroom visits to relieve my ever-rising boners. Short skirts, giggly girls, panties-peeking, P.E. tights, it was all too much for a boy who was always on the edge. If I were a. Smiled as she said it though. Like I said, smart girl. ‘Bein’ with you is kinda what I’d been plannin’ on, Rachel. Bring a book down, you want to, I’ll let you share the couch.’ She shook her head. ‘You don’t take instruction worth a damn, and you don’t give a shit about what anyone else wants either. Most people think twice before they take a chance on making me pissed. Do you have any notion how refreshing that is?’ Course not, dummy. ‘Shit, Rachel, don’t get philosophical with me, and don’t. She gasped. “Oh, fuck!”“Fuck indeed, Mom,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss her neck. “I’m going to give you more of that and—”“Sean!” she hissed. “Oh, god, what just happened?”She suddenly seized my wrists and ripped my hands out of her blouse. She bolted upright in her chair the back of it slamming into me. Off-balanced, I stumbled back away and crashed into the wall. Her eyes were wild, her clothing disarrayed. Scarlet stained her cheeks.“What did we just do?” she gasped, her body. " Thank you for coming in. I need to talk to Tracy for a few minutes."I got up and went back to the waiting room. I waited another 45 minutes and finally she came out. She had been crying. I stood up in concern and she ran to me and gave me a hug."Are you all right?"She gave me a tight smile."Not here, let me take you to dinner and we will talk."To say a million things were churning in my mind would have been an understatement. No guy wants to hear a phrase with 'talk' and later in it. Somehow,.